


The Lightbulb

by Aethelia



Category: iKON (Korea Band)
Genre: I forgot if there's smut but there might be smut, Love Triangles, M/M, One-Sided Attraction, Translation fic!
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-04-08
Updated: 2019-04-10
Packaged: 2020-01-06 17:19:04
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 5
Words: 4,733
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18392864
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Aethelia/pseuds/Aethelia
Summary: Bobby had always thought that he was closest to Donghyuk. Finding out he was wrong shouldn't hurt this much, but it did.





	1. The Night of Revelation

**Author's Note:**

  * A translation of [电灯胆](https://archiveofourown.org/works/18391643) by [vesepans](https://archiveofourown.org/users/vesepans/pseuds/vesepans). 



> Tbh I'm thinking of doing more translation fics too! There aren't a lot of jundong fics in this world anywhere, but...at least we do have some.

Donghyuk’s closest to him; that’s what Bobby always thought. They’re basically inseparable – on shows, in private, they always play together. The two are just like actual brothers, their similar tastes allowing them to create jokes just for the two of them at random. In front of Donghyuk, Bobby could play around as much as he wanted, bullying – teasing – Donghyuk like he would his own brother, and Donghyuk always tolerated him as a hyung.

Bobby took this as obvious, as the natural course of things. Despite how much he admired Hanbin, or how much he liked Jinhwan-hyung, he always felt the most liberated and easy with Donghyuk, messing around together. For him, he thought that he’d obviously be the closest person in Donghyuk’s heart, nothing to say about it; Donghyuk loved sticking to him too, right?

When did this feeling start to change?

Perhaps it was when Donghyuk and Junhwe first got together.

Actually, he’s not quite sure when they started their relationship. Even though Donghyuk was everyone’s Candy-chan, had an abundance of love to give all the members, and was a trusted confidant who understood everyone’s personal secrets, Donghyuk rarely opened his own heart to share with others. He was the type who might cry in front of you, but wouldn’t tell you the real reason for his tears, merely sincerely saying, “Thank you hyung, I feel much better now.” He was willing to share all the bits and pieces of his life, but he never spoke about his actual personal life. That’s not to mention what he typically did on his phone, so mysteriously and secretively, because when you called him, he always reacted quickly, happy to respond to whatever.

But one night Bobby woke up at midnight, and passing by Donghyuk’s shut door, he randomly thought about doing another intrusion like the previous early hour Vlive. The playful spirit rose in him, and he was tempted to go and wake Donghyuk up. He wonders if a punch will come flying directly if he didn’t hide behind the excuse of a Vlive again.

He pressed himself against the door, ready to gently push down the handle, and that’s when he heard it, the noises he shouldn’t have heard.

Was Donghyuk crying? No, it was like the weak whines of a cat in heat, with such sensuality hidden within, and Bobby unconsciously blushed. He figured it wasn’t that big of a deal; it was inevitable that members would run into each other releasing their stress.   
But if that was so, then why was there the sound of another man breathing? Bobby burrowed his brows. He originally wanted to leave, but he froze when he heard signs of another man. When he listened more carefully, he realized that it wasn’t just Donghyuk masturbating, it was definitely two people making love in the house. The sound of skin slapping against skin, weak cries coming from Donghyuk’s likely muffled mouth, and the low breaths of another man.

As if struck by thunder, Kim Jiwon was struck in place by this knowledge.

Until his brain started working again. Because why would there be another man in Donghyuk’s room? Why would Donghyuk be fucking another man, and why would this man appear in the dorms? Unless Donghyuk was bold enough to bring another man home? It wasn’t until he unconsciously looked in the other direction and saw Junhwe’s door, slightly open, and not a soul within the room.

Bobby didn’t know why it felt like ice water was just dumped on his head. He even wanted to push open the door and look, and see if it really was one of his brothers fucking the other. He wanted to break in and interrogate them. He wanted to rush in and break them apart. He wanted to drag Koo Junhwe out and give him a beating.   
But he didn’t.

He merely held his breath until he reentered his room.

It was that very moment, that specific moment that Kim Jiwon realized. Kim Donghyuk wasn’t merely just a close brother in his own heart.


	2. Now

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Bobby takes advantage of the moment he has alone with Donghyuk

Donghyuk was down with a fever. Since there was a small vacation, the members had all gone home to family, while Donghyuk stayed holed up in his room sleeping like a baby.

Contrary to what Bobby expected, Junhwe didn’t stay. Sometimes he thought it was pretty mysterious; from their daily interactions he could barely see signs of them being together. But occasionally, he’d witness Junhwe’s hands drawing across Donghyuk’s body in a way that wasn’t meant for mere teammates, and he’d sense the erotic nature behind it. Then there’d be their sporadic gazes at each other, with heat and love hidden within.

Bobby thought he was like a pervert stalking his brothers, but in his heart, they were no longer just his brothers.

When Donghyuk typed on his phone in front of him, he wanted to grab the phone and see if he was talking to Junhwe. When Donghyuk was pushed out by the members to perform aegyo during Vlives, he wanted to question Junhwe if he was jealous. Most importantly, when Donghyuk leaned against him and teased him, calling him “Bobby hyung” in that childish manner of his, he wanted to ask, “Do you call Junhwe like this when you’re in bed with him?”

Bobby was mad. He was sulking by himself, and he knew exactly why.

He’d always thought Donghyuk belonged to him, but before he knew it, that stupid husky stole his personal sweetheart. Right under his nose without him even knowing.

He walked into Donghyuk’s room, completely dark, and lit only by the sliver of light coming in from the hallway. He looked at the figure curled in a ball on the ball, and thought of how Donghyuk had mentioned a few days ago that his mother was traveling to America to accompany his sister for a while, and there was a hint of softness creeping into his heart. He wanted to take care of Donghyuk. He’d always wanted this, to take care of him – and unlike before where he’d thought he wanted to take care of Donghyuk in a brotherly manner, now he knew things weren’t that simple.

“Donghyuk,” he reached in the mess entangled with the blankets and rubbed the boy’s hair that was emitting heat but was still soft. “Donghyuk, are you still suffering?”

“Mm…” Donghyuk struggled to kick out with the blankets restricting him, but he turned away and curled back up. “Mm, let me sleep.”

Bobby couldn’t help but smile. Despite the fact that the usually loving Donghyuk appeared to always take care of people, he knew that in reality this boy really wanted someone’s unconditional care and attention.

“I know, but it looks like you’re still really feverish.” Bobby sat on the edge of the bed and hauled Donghyuk up so that his upper body rested in his embrace. Donghyuk seemed to have given up the fight, only drowsily nodding off. He placed his head on Donghyuk’s forehead to test the temperature, and it was obvious that it wasn’t as hot as it had been earlier in the day, but it still wasn’t back to normal. He tried to ask if Donghyuk wanted to take more medicine, but Donghyuk merely burrowed his head further into his stomach, incoherently mumbling words.

“Donggu…it doesn’t matter if you use aegyo. You need to take your meds.”

Donghyuk began to act out, as if the fever allowed him to release his burden of being the obedient and cute dongsaeng and regress to the precious treasure that his parents use to hold close to their heart.

“No! I said I don't wanna eat them!” Bobby suddenly felt a rough bite on his thighs. “No one can force me to eat meds, even if it’s Bobby hyung!”

It was as if someone ignited a fire in his chest. He thought about that night, about the scene he froze into his memory. He thought about Junhwe’s satisfied groans; he thought about the small quirk of Donghyuk’s lips, and how he’d cover his mouth and giggle every time he looked down at his phone.

“Is that so?” He lightly asked before he picked up the cup of water resting on the bedside table. He opened the box of medication and popped in a capsule, took a gulp of water, and held Donghyuk’s face in his hands, bending down for a kiss when the boy frowned, clearly uncertain of what Bobby was about to do.

He felt water sliding along their face, down their chins. He felt Donghyuk’s struggling tongue against his, soft and hot. He felt the hand, trying to push him away. But Bobby was a step ahead, having wrapped the boy in blankets tightly, keeping him in place in his lap. One hand was wrapped tightly around Donghyuk, immobilized in his makeshift cage, and the other hand was pressed on that slim neck. Donghyuk stilled in his lap but continued to make noises of protest.

It should have been like this from the start, Bobby thought. Donghyuk belonged to him. From the very first time he wrapped his arms around Donghyuk and said, “Hyung’s here,” he’d made Donghyuk his responsibility.

Then he heard something fall to the floor from the doorway, and Koo Junhwe’s angry roar, “The fuck you doing! Kim Jiwon!”

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> I don't want to study for my exam so instead I'll translate the next part and upload it today (:


	3. Junhwe's Need

Koo Junhwe was pretty terrible. He loved seeing Donghyuk being proactive. He liked Donghyuk initiating skinship with him during concerts, especially when the boy who was a head shorter would adorably hug him from behind. Maybe his lack of facial expression made people think he was showing some disdain, but only he knew how excited his heart, and his lower body, got. At the same time, it pissed him off, with how overly loving Donghyuk was. Regardless of who it was, Kim Hanbin or Jung Chanwoo, he could always go up and perform skinship with them. He knows Donghyuk’s always only joking around, but as a boyfriend, he still got jealous.

But there was nothing else he could do other than get mad secretly. He was never a guy who liked expressing his inner thoughts and feelings; it was lucky that Donghyuk always knew what he was thinking, even all his inner insecurities. But dating within the team required a lot of meticulous energy to maintain it – they couldn’t date openly, but could only meet and press their bodies closely together in the middle of the night when there was no one else around, with the doors carefully shut.

He liked it when Donghyuk was under him, biting the bed sheets to muffle his kitten-like moans, but he liked it even more when Donghyuk was so thoroughly fucked he forgot himself, begging for a break by his ears. The other members hated how he’d play loud, noisy music in his room in the middle of the night, but they didn’t know what was really going on. It was only at times like this that Donghyuk dared to let out his erotic cries as he clung on to the body holding him down against the bed, fucking him roughly. Oftentimes Junhwe liked to carry Donghyuk’s smaller body and press him against the wall, so that Donghyuk could only wrap his legs around Junhwe’s waist, allowing Junhwe’s dick to slide deeper into his body. Junhwe’s effective thrusts made Donghyuk lose control, wrecking his breathing so that he could barely piece together coherent sentences, pleading for mercy between breaths.

Junhwe would grab the boy’s ample butt cheeks with his two hands, and bit at the large bust points he so commonly mentioned during shows with his lips. They were so pretty, those nipples, the very size of pearls that flickered like jelly in between his teeth, and Donghyuk would always throw his head back and cry from the overstimulation, unintelligible sounds coming from his mouth, but somehow always managing to sob out Junhwe’s name begging him to stop.

But Junhwe knew Donghyuk actually liked it when he treated him like that, with how tightly his walls would clench against his dick. And when he knows he’s close, sometimes he’ll let Donghyuk off the hook, thrusting in faster to cum with his lover.

All too often, though, Junhwe would wait for Donghyuk to orgasm before he lightly pushed in a few times, building up to a finale when he’d roughly thrust in to the hilt, hitting against his prostate. And Donghyuk’s body, having suffered through all the stimulation, would reach a prostate orgasm before his weakened body twitched and Junhwe would feel liquid leaking out of the hole still tightly squeezing his dick. That’s when Junhwe would kiss and tightly hug the boy who was about to faint from exhaustion as he rapidly and roughly pounded the limp body.

If he was in his own room, he tended to wear condoms so it’d be easier to clean up. But if they were in Donghyuk’s room, he’d always cum inside since Donghyuk had a bathroom. Donghyuk would moan when he felt liquid being released in him despite being at the border of unconsciousness, his thighs trembling from the exertion. At these times, Junhwe, still panting, would become soft again, leaving hickeys on Donghyuk’s honey thighs before carrying him to the bathroom to clean him up.

Koo Junhwe really was terrible. He knew all the insecurities hidden deep within Donghyuk’s heart, but he only took advantage of those so Donghyuk wouldn’t leave him. He knew Donghyuk was afraid of the members witnessing him succumbing to passion and pleasure, that he was afraid of his self when he was being fucked under Donghyuk, so Junhwe made sure Donghyuk could only rely on him. However cold and aloof he was in the day, however passionate he would be at night.

But what Junhwe didn’t know was when Bobby too, harbored those feelings towards Donghyuk.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t noticed the other man being close to Donghyuk. He wasn’t like them, trying to avoid close contact in public to hide their relationship. No, the raspy voiced rapper treated Donghyuk like an older hyung to his dongsaeng, on shows and in private. Bobdong as a unit could always stick together, and while Junhwe minded the hands Bobby placed on Donghyuk and how effortlessly he’d tease Donghyuk, Junhwe couldn’t outright express his jealously. He could only use these excuses during the late nights or during their secret dates to “bully” Donghyuk some more.  

 

Donghyuk unfortunately got sick during their short vacation, and since Junhwe had already told his family he’d go back for dinner, he couldn’t stay and take care of his lover. But when he sat in front of the dining table, all he could think about was how there was no one in the dorms to take care of Donghyuk. He ended the dinner early, running to the pharmacy before rushing back to the dorms.

The dorm was completely silent, but as he neared Donghyuk’s room he could hear familiar sounds. He hurriedly pushed open the door, the unbelievable scene in front of him freezing him in place. It wasn’t until the bag of medicine dropped onto the floor and made a noise that he finally reacted. Instantly his possessiveness brewed anger and he lost it, like a lion ready to pounce on the enemy for territory.

“The fuck you doing! Kim Jiwon!”

Kim Donghyuk was his, must be his.

 

 

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Yeehaw I've already translated the fourth chapter (will post that tomorrow) and am working on the fifth.


	4. Killing The Flower Before It Blooms

Actually, Donghyuk once had a crush on Bobby. A long, long time ago.

Donghyuk was someone who didn’t really have a sense of security. Losing his father as he was growing up created a need for someone who could save him when he was in despair. His heart craved someone who could take care of him in his darkest hours, and Bobby seemed to exist for that purpose. In the cruel survival show, Bobby gave him a sense of security.

_“Hyung’s here.”_

In Bobby’s embrace, Donghyuk could cry easily, could take off the armor of maturity that he’d created throughout the years. Later on, however, he realized that for Bobby, there was no difference. Be it him, or Chanwoo, or even Junhwe, there wasn’t a difference between taking care of them. For Bobby, they were just little brothers. He was thankful that in his adolescent years, when he most needed a partner as he grew up, Bobby was there to support him and to nurture him so he didn’t have to face the world alone.

Bobby gave him what he needed the most, but it wasn’t love. That delusion was just something his heart tried to believe in face of his years of loss. No, he needed a male figure that he could look up to; rely on, someone to fill the gaps of what he needed. Other than that, Bobby and him didn’t have anything special.

That’s what Donghyuk told himself the night he got together with Junhwe.

How did they get together? Probably it was because he finally noticed the numerous times the other would throw heated glances at him, only to turn away coolly when he glanced back. He’s not stupid; he knows what love and desire looks like.

When did he fall in love with Junhwe? Probably it was after the countless times when they’d walk home after practice together, that companionship and reliance, and all the times Hanbin left them in the rooms alone to weather through the nights, all the secrets and late night conversations.

When the cameras were off, when the members weren’t around and they were alone, he loved it when he’d ramble on and on, and Junhwe, despite his tough dog exterior, would always unconsciously smile at him. Junhwe wasn’t someone who usually expressed his true feelings, and Donghyuk knew Junhwe tend to say one thing but mean another, although he could be incredibly blunt sometimes.

The important thing is that Junhwe knows. All his inner desires, Junhwe knows them and understands them.

But recently, Bobby’s weird actions made Donghyuk panic. There always had been a lot of physical between them, and Bobby had a lot of skinship with other members anyways, so Donghyuk never thought too much about it. But these days, Bobby’s actions were crossing the line of what members normally did to each other. During award ceremonies, Donghyuk could understand putting his cold hands on Donghyuk to get some warmth. That was Bobby’s style. But randomly hugging him tightly from the back? And not letting go when he tried to get away? He thought that maybe it was just Bobby being stupid again; he was too bored, and teasing Donghyuk was too fun – he’d even said so himself.

But these harassments were increasing in number. He tried to convince himself that Bobby was also harassing the other members – look at him being gentle with Jinhwan hyung, or him supporting Hanbin. Kim Donghyuk, you aren’t the only one in his heart, he said to himself over and over, don’t think too much about it.

It annoyed him, though. The body that leaned over at all times, the hand constantly placed on his nape or his shoulders – they were inescapable. Donghyuk didn’t dare express that annoyance. On one hand, he was afraid that if Junhwe knew, he’d further increase in his…passion at night. Junhwe already wasn’t satisfied with how intimate Bobby treated him recently; many times, when he was with Bobby in public, he’d text Junhwe to soothe his irritated soul. Thankfully, Junhwe didn’t see too much into Bobby’s actions either – it was just pure annoyance that the staff placed Bobdong together. But on Amigo TV, Junhwe revealed that Bobby and Donghyuk hung out a lot, drinking beers together, and Donghyuk knew. He knew from his boyfriend’s nature that it was really a warning – and as expected, after the show he woke up in the early hours to Junhwe sliding into his body.

But on the other hand, despite how hard it was for him to admit it, Donghyuk could feel a hint of happiness. Oh, how he’d wished to be the one occupying Bobby’s heart! He wished for Bobby to notice him in a way that was completely different to noticing others. He even wanted to know what Bobby would think about his dongsaeng making love to another man.

It was dangerous, and he was terrible, but he couldn’t help but think this way. He admitted that there will always be a part of his heart that belonged to Kim Jiwon; even if most of it was taken by Jinhwe, there remains in the deepest corner of his heart a small seed planted ages ago, a seed that wants to bloom “Jiwon.”

Yet every time he lied in Junhwe’s lap with his boyfriend’s arms around his waist, and he buried his face in Junhwe’s chest listening to that steady heartbeat, with that clean but warm aura surrounding him, Donghyuk didn’t want to think about anything else. This was something he’d wanted for a long time, for way too long. He was already satisfied; even if there were cold days, he would never be alone at night again.

Let that flower called Kim Jiwon die in the dirt; let it die before it even stems. Donghyuk had it all already.

Why then, did the heavens play such a joke on him? Why would Jiwon try to rush back in after he’d already given up?

Donghyuk had a tough time with the fever. Like a frog in water that was slowly being boiled, he didn’t have the heart to pay attention to Bobby. And the way the man was trying to coax him to take his medication? It wasn’t the tone of a brother, but more like a lover. Donghyuk was tired, he just wanted Bobby to go back to his role of being a good hyung, to place his medicine on the table, ask after him, and leave. Feeding him? Feeding him while embracing him? This was something only Junhwe had ever done.

Being sick was already wrecking Donghyuk’s mood and his clarity, but Bobby not only was refusing to get out, but also was even trying to pull him up. Without even thinking about it, Donghyuk yelled out his frustrations and bit down, trying to hurry the man out the door.

What Donghyuk didn’t expect was for Bobby to hoist him up, still a burrito wrapped by the blankets. Before he could even react, the man’s breath was on his face and he was biting his lips. Donghyuk wanted to push him away, but he couldn’t even stick his hands out the layers of blankets.

He felt wronged. What did this even mean? Who did Bobby think he was? Now that he’d accepted the reality that Bobby would only see him as a dongsaeng, the man was forcing him into an angry kiss.

Donghyuk couldn’t breathe, but he couldn’t free himself. He wanted to scream for Bobby to release him, but the man was blocking his lips. Just as he thought he was about to suffocate, he heard a voice that couldn’t be more familiar yell and break the bubble.

Bobby finally released him and turned to look at Junhwe, and his unsupported body fell onto Bobby’s shoulder. The combination of the fever and the lack of oxygen had him dozing in and out of conscious.

Or perhaps, he just didn’t want to face any of this.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> One more chapter tomorrow!


	5. The Flower That Blooms

Bobby turned around stiffly, a slight quiver in his eyes as he looked towards the door. Junhwe’s face was full of disbelief, his already defined muscles tensing up so that he looked dangerous and terrifying.

Donghyuk rested on his shoulders, and because of the fever his entire body was so warm that Bobby wasn’t willing to put him down.

“What. The fuck. Are you doing?”

He didn’t know how to answer that.

Bobby hated how matter-of-fact Junhwe seemed, like Junhwe was questioning him on the basis that Donghyuk was already his. Whenever the notion “Donghyuk is Junhwe’s” passed by in his mind, he wanted to scream. Who said? He wanted to shout at Junhwe, who said you could just take him like that?

It was them, Bobby and Donghyuk, who fooled around in the studio at midnight. It was them who stuck around and played together both in public and in private. He’s the one who can pick Donghyuk up at any moment, be it in the form of a piggy back or in a bridal style. He’s the one that Donghyuk calls “Bobby hyung” in that sweet voice of his.

Why does Junhwe get him in the end?

“I love him.” Bobby enunciated each word while he stared at Junhwe.

Junhwe froze in place, surprised by Bobby’s straightforwardness. Despite his previous roaring anger, he laughed after hearing that. “So what? Donghyuk’s already with me.” After he said that, he walked towards Bobby and picked Donghyuk up out of the other man’s embrace. Without saying a word, he walked back to his own room, leaving Bobby in the empty room staring after them.

Just like that, Bobby sat in Donghyuk’s room, even though the owner was already gone. He thought about the times before. Whenever the members got drunk, Jinhwan loved coming to his own room, and they’d sleep together without a second thought. And whenever he got drunk, he’d always find his way in Donghyuk’s room, perhaps because his dongsaeng always treated him well. He’d make hangover soup and make sure he finished it, and then try to feed the invading mam some water. When did Donghyuk stop staying in the room whenever he visited? He clenched the sheets tightly in his hand, Donghyuk’s warmth still lingering on them. He lowered his head and buried his face in his knees. How did he lose Donghyuk?

 

Junhwe lied on bed staring at the boy resting in his arms. He didn’t care about the man in the other room; he only cared about the boy curled up on top of him. He felt a sense of relief, because he understood his heart early on. Or maybe it was because he never meant what he said, and that drove away some people he loved, and so he was splashed with cold water early. It doesn’t matter. He only knows that he really, really loves Donghyuk, and it was a feeling that would never be the same as his feelings toward his members, his friends, or even toward himself.

He wanted to protect Donghyuk, wanted to stay by his side, wanted to have all of him, and share all of himself and all he had with his lover.

He was lucky too, because ultimately Donghyuk fell in love with him. He saw it in how Donghyuk would always stick his hand into Junhwe’s jacket whenever he hugged him. He felt it in Donghyuk’s body weight when Donghyuk leaned on him, sharing his burden. He felt it in how Donghyuk would press tightly against him, his hot exhales blowing against Junhwe’s collarbones. All of this made him realize how lucky he was. He was the one who had – owned – Donghyuk.

Junhwe watched Donghyuk sleep until past sunset. The boy stirred, and he reached out to stroke Donghyuk’s head and feel his temperature. It seemed like normal again. He helped the boy sit up and brought a cup slowly to his mouth so he could drink. After drinking, Donghyuk rubbed his face against Junhwe’s shirt, using it to wipe his mouth. It was so adorable and Junhwe couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Is it still unbearable?” He kissed the boy’s forehead, gently leaving multiple smooches.

“Ah, Junhwe, I had a nightmare…” Junhwe didn’t answer, only comfortingly patting Donghyuk’s back like reassuring a child.

“I dreamt that…” Donghyuk didn’t continue on, but instead rubbed his eyes and stuck out his bottom lip, as if mad that Junhwe wasn’t replying.

“Was it a nightmare?” Junhwe lightly questioned.

“Yeah!” The boy in his arms pouted.

“Don’t fear. You’ll always have me.”

Neither of them mentioned Bobby. And so the flower that never bloomed was annihilated, just like that, in the dirt.

 

A teenage crush will never match up to a lifetime partner. In the end, what really is true love? The answer wasn’t that important. Donghyuk just wanted to walk the flower road with the man who’d always stay by his side and watch over him. Sleeping together, eating together, spending the rest of their lives, together.

 

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> And we've come to the end! Thanks for following this journey. There's a fic that does snippets of Jundong's life that I want to translate next! 
> 
> Before that though, I'm writing another Jundong fic about thighs after the holy revelation that Donghyuk's thighs are 61cm.

**Author's Note:**

> Current WIPs:  
> -This fic  
> -Another chapter for "Hear My Heart Through My Words"  
> -A Dongbin fic  
> -A Jundong abo/soulmates thing  
> -Another chapter for "On Cloud Nine" 
> 
> Translating is the easiest out of all of these so I'll probably be able to update this tomorrow?


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